我与诗人高桥睦郎先生一样,住在远离文化中心的地方。云南是我的故乡,在昆明的街道上,我步行、思考、于黎明时开始写作,沉默寡言,很少谈论诗歌。在北京的这次中国和日本诗人对话的活动中,我们谈论了三天的诗歌,很愉快,有很多的启发,虽然天气、电梯和宾馆的消毒剂味道并不那么令人愉快。这样的谈话应该展开在接近自然的地方,比如一棵秋天的枫树底下。但无可奈何,从北京的窗口望出去的景象仿佛是东京, Like the poet Takahashi, I live in a place far from the cultural center. Yunnan is my hometown. On the streets of Kunming, I walk, think, start writing at dawn, dumb, and rarely talk about poetry. During this Beijing talk between Chinese and Japanese poets, we talked about the three days of poetry. It was a very pleasant and entertaining one, though weather, elevator and hotel disinfectant did not taste as pleasant. Such conversations should unfold closer to nature, such as under an autumn maple tree. But helpless, looking out the window from Beijing’s scene seems to be Tokyo,